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Tuesday, September 22, 2009


fuck la no comma no full stop how to type

anyway

sometimes I sit down alone
thinking of the day that had passed and the things that had been said or done
sometimes I think more than what had happened during the day
like yesterday or beyond

while thinking of all these
emotions often boil
'why did i say that?'
'why did i behave this way?'
that's what i've always been thinking at night

i may be blunt
i may be crude
but i fret losing
the friendship
the bond
the affection

some things that had been done cannot be undone
especially when the words had pierced thru you
yes
i understand that kind of pain as well
but all of it wasn't on purpose

please, can you be stronger; to take things easier and try again?
it may turn out different (better) this time round
i promise

i'm sorry.